In the empty living room, Sophia, who just ran back to the room angrily, was sitting in front of the sofa, holding this morning's morning newspaper, but kept looking at the end of the corridor next to her absent-mindedly.

Just about ten minutes ago, she had just learned from the little maid that her father had returned suddenly, and she immediately took the **** to the most special room in the house—the smoking room that she was never allowed to enter.

In my impression, even my father himself rarely used that room,

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